Man in Hot Pants

Today, my best junk email title was “Man in hot pants struts in boots, cheers city”. Anyone else got an image which is the result of probably watching too many American films (sorry, movies – we are talking of the American branch of the film family)?

I am seeing this being the finale of the film – the story of a man who has triumphed over adversity. In a world where the trouser is king, one man fights for justice against the excessive material usage involved in the production of a dated concept in apparel. Pitted against all odds, he struggles to come to terms with his difference from society at large, losing his beautiful wife and child in the process. But is it all worth it? Only one thing is certain… he has to believe.

And in this final scene, you see him triumphantly parading through the city (probably New York, probably with all the taxis coming to a halt to let him pass and watch him go and the taxi drivers staring out at him in unmasked admiration) in his hot pants and boots (for some reason, the picture in my mind paints him in a pair of pink welly boots (not dissimilar to my Ralph Laurens – seventeen bargain pounds – can you believe?) which are too big for him – so he’s having to lift his feet up in a peculiar walk – are you with me here – are you understanding the peculiar walk? You know – lifting his knees up and planting his feet one after the other flat on the ground in his large wellies). Crowds surrounding him, cheering – happy faces everywhere – looking at each other and jumping up and down, grinning their perfect-teethed heads off, ticker tape (in all American red, white and blue) falling from the sky. Him with his arms raised in the air in recognition of his triumph.

Are you with me at all on this? Can you see it? Oi – what’s that? - No muttering about me being a lunatic, please.